Reading back a bit, the patterns are so obvious.  I'm aware of them to a point but my memory must really be failing me.  So much of the things that mattered, happened, or I wanted.. I have completely forgotten.

Not so much that they fell to the side and other priorities took over.  It's like they never existed. I would list them, if I could ( Read more... )

The homesick feeling, but you’re already home. A nagging, dull ache in the center of your chest that feels like hunger -

Indecision is a choice.

Taking no action holds power.

Those things that you think will never been seen, are there. Forever. 

I laugh along
But inside I know that it's true:

Being in love is totally punk rock.  

I can't beleive how much money I've spent fucking up my life. 

You don't really believe in God, do you?
Well yeah. I mean, I don't believe in a bearded little old man up in a cloud but I believe in something. Some sort of undefinable creative force.
I think it's all just totally random.
Really?
We live, we die. Ultimately, nothing means anything.
How can you live like that?
I don't know. Sometimes I wake up so ( Read more... )

I live in Chicago now. I like it.

Classy!

Wish I wasn't alone.

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